Otowa just stood on top of him. Sanada clenched the racket in his hand and walked towards the outside of the court without saying a word. When he lowered his head, a very bright light appeared in his usually cold eyes, and then disappeared in an instant, elusive.

"Little maid," Atobe Keigo finally stopped laughing, stood up, and looked down at her. The sun was very strong at this time, and it shone on her fair skin, making her feel some burning pain.

She stretched out her hand and gently wiped away the sweat on his head. There would be no one else in her eyes except him. She thought, he must be very tired, and she would accompany Taocheng to find Ryoma.

, and I played another game with him to restore his memory. He had already lost to Longma once, and this time he lost again. He was really stupid, and he was so kind that it made people feel bad.

Atobe Keigo took her hand down and held it in his own. Her hand was very hot at this time, and there was a slight sweat in her palm. The young man's slender eyes flashed slightly, and there was a kind of tenderness in them.

Let's go and watch the game, he said, holding her hand and walking outside. It's really hot.

Otowa nodded and stretched out her hand to cover her eyes with the sun hat on her head. Atobe Keigo took her hand and walked to the shade. Without the direct sunlight, she seemed much more comfortable.

"Keigo," Otoyu raised his head and looked at the young man's extremely delicate face. The slight wind kept blowing the hair beside his ears, and some purple-gray light shadows fell, and a clear blue reflected in his eyes.

, traces of light fragrance gradually began to fill the corners of the raised lips.

Genbe Keigo lowered his head, adjusted the sun hat on her head, and let out a very vague sigh as the wind blew away, "Let's go and take her hand and walk towards the competition venue."

When they walked to the playing field, Ryoma did not come. Yukimura Seiichi was just sitting on the rest, with the racket still on the other side, and Sanada had also come back.

Atobe Keigo took Otowa's hand and sat back down. The competition venue was air-conditioned, so it was much more comfortable inside than outside.

Otoyu looked at Qingxue's side. Ryoma hadn't come over yet, but she believed that he would catch up with the competition.

"Atobe, how is Echizen? Have you recovered your memory?" Xiangri asked quickly. It's already this time. The game is about to start. If you don't enter the field, you will be forfeited. In this way, Tatekai will definitely win, and

Their previous efforts will be in vain.

After recovering for a while, Keigo Atobe finally spoke, yes, not only did that kid recover his memory, but it also made him make even more progress than he could have imagined. It turns out that he already knows that.

He put his hand around Otoyu's waist and asked her to lean against him. The game might be beyond their expectations.

Otoyu looked back at him, smiled faintly, leaned on him, handed all the weight of his body to her, and closed her eyes slightly. At this time, she was really tired.

Opening his eyes again, Yukimura Seiichi was still sitting there, motionless, but Kintaro ran to his side without knowing when.

Look at him left and right

"Hey, are you the captain of Tachikai University? Are you the Son of God? Can you fight with me? Just one game." He raised another finger and looked at him with his eyes open.

Yukimura Seiichi just looked at him lightly and didn't say a word.

"Hey, you have a fight with me, just one fight. Anyway, Echizen Ryoma didn't come, so let's just fight, okay?"

Kintaro fully utilized his mushy skills and had to play a ball with this guy.

"Like this, just one ball, one ball" If he doesn't play, he keeps pestering him like this

Shiraishi looked at Xiaojin helplessly, but did not stop him. He knew what he was doing, and he was trying to buy time for Echizen Ryoma in his own way.

Just one ball, okay? He continued talking.

Yukimura Seiichi picked up the racket and stood up. He looked at the kid in front of him with slightly lowered eyebrows. The water-like tenderness in his eyes had long since receded without a trace. On the court, he was a king-like existence, a so-called god.

the son of

"Wow, thank you, Seiichi Yukimura," Xiaojin picked up his racket and stood on the other side of the tennis court, standing ready to wait for the son of God's serve.

Yukimura did not take off his team uniform. The tennis ball in his hand bounced lightly on the ground. Once or twice, he swung the racket and hit the ball. He turned around without even looking at the opponent.

Kintaro caught the ball, but the one who was catching the ball dropped the racket to the ground. How could it be...

"Xiao Jin," Bai Shi noticed something was wrong with Xiao Jin at a glance and immediately ran forward.

"Xiao Jin, what's wrong with you?"

Kintaro looked at Shiraishi, his body was shaking, it felt terrible

"Xiao Jin, it's okay," Shiraishi led Kintaro back to the rest area, but Kintaro's body was still shaking. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Yukimura Seiichi who sat back on the rest chair. It was just a ball, just a ball.

It's just a ball. How did he do it, and actually frighten Xiao Jin, who has always been so strange?

Yukimura Seiichi put down the racket in his hand

He just looked ahead and raised his lips slightly, "Sanada, do you still think what you are doing is meaningful?"
Chapter completed!